Sammy - a brief introduction to the little guy.

Wow! I'm actually writing another one on the same day! Go figure! Now, a little about Samson. Sammy is a Peke-a-Poo, and weighs in at about 16 pounds. He's full of very positive energy, and he's 5. Talk about confident! He adores Skally, but hogs the couch, and growls at her when she comes over to sprawl (you'd think there'd be more than enough room for the two of them, and me, but Nooooooo!) He has his stuffed Eyeore, which gets washed regularly, as Eyeore becomes quite soiled from all the lugging and tugging and tossing about in and out of the house. In fact, Sammy demands that Eyeore accompany us to the dog park - but the poor thing never leaves the floor of the backseat - which Sammy is very aware of, as when we get home, he runs around to the other side of the car in the garage, and waits for me to open the door to let Eyeore out. Possessive? We play with Eyeore a great deal, obviously. IN fact, I'll hide Eyeore around the house when Sammy isn't paying any attention (like in the mornings when I'm up, but he's still buried in the pillows on the bed). Then, when he does get up, and he's gone out to evacuate his fluids and solids, I'll ask him where Eyeore is. OMG! He takes off and recons the house! There is very little that isn't investigated - except where Eyeore really is - and that's usually very close to one or two of the places he's looked! Finally, he finds him and all is well in his little world. Sammy at the dog park. When I first received Samson, we went to Hazeldale dog park, and he just wanted out! Seriously. He did not like it at all - all those dogs were too big and scary! I figured it would be only a matter of time. So, we went to Gabriel Park (Summer area). Uh Oh. A dog came up to him to sniff, and Sam just took off like a bat out of Hell and in nano seconds he was by the front gate, having coursed through the entire park in what seemed one fell leap! So, we went to Summerlake. Of course, not many dogs were there (try none), and we walked twice around the lake in our typical figure 8 (which Skally demands as it is no great feat to do). I began noticing that Skally and Rusty were trying to keep up with Sammy on our usual morning walks. I take them off leash at the elementary school yard down the road, and did the same with Sam, praying that he wouldn't run away - and he didn't. He scurried about running as though he was in paradise; but he came when called, and gave the two others a spring in their step. One evening, after a rather warm, humid day, we went back to Hazeldale. How odd. There were two Italian Greyhounds there, Chuck and Chance, who proved to be a panacea for the little guy. He played with them for what seemed hours, and had no problems at all being there. I felt blissful. Since then, Sammy has taken on all dogs of all sizes, feeling quite confident. There's Cody, the husky, who growls and snarls and gnashes his teeth while we're coming through the gate - and when we enter, Rusty and Sam chase him all around the park. Sammy loves Cody, and he loves bullying him, as well. He has no fear of the other dogs. He goes up to them, waits, and when they give permission he gets right up to them. If they don't give permission, then he simply backs up and goes on his merry way. Lately, it's evident that we are now truly a family, with Sammy and Rusty. Skally, who usually keeps her distance from the rest of us (she did this, as well with Syd and Cubby, but still came over to the couch to rest), has decided after a 1.25 year hiatus, to begin snuggling on the couch - when Sammy allows her - or she lays next to me on the floor, and gets her loves. Rusty is always nearby expecting me to pet him, as does Sammy, and Skally, as well. But, after years of having 3 dogs, it's a pleasure to have them. Sammy adores Skally. He follows her around the park, and the yard, and she him - it's as though they're partners. I'm so blessed to have such wonderful dogs in my life. I hope they like me.... :)